Yesterday morning I went to the hospital for a medical exam and to be tested for STD's. When no one was in the room I was in tears. I kept thinking, "I can't believe I'm here, for this." Gawd how I hate that pig.
I am so filled with anger and resentment. The only way I know to vent is to walk my ass off only I did that last night (3 miles in time to the music), and now I have blisters on both feet. (I’ve lost so much weight that my shoes are loose.) I need new shoes. I’ll have to see if my hiking boots still fit. They are heavy, not really suited for walking but the weight will give me a better workout. Well, I think I might give it a try. I should know in the first mile if I’m going to be able to walk that far that fast in boots. Dang, tired just thinking about it.
The doctor said my rib isn’t broken but the muscles in between them are torn. It is worse now than yesterday even. It is very hard to find a comfortable sleeping position. The doctor advised pain meds and offered me a prescription for narcotics, which I turned down. The whole reason I’m a medical marijuana patient is so I can avoid an addiction to narcotics for my pain. I’ll just stick to that and over-the-counter Tylenol. During the rape that monster yanked my hair really hard a couple of times and did something to my neck and I’ve been having a lot of pain there as well. Bastard! I can’t rest till I see him humiliated.
Yesterday I spoke to my co-worker about feeling that I want to start wearing my gun out in the open. She doesn’t have a problem with it at all. I’ll be wearing it from now on, out of sight but within easy reach. I am going to talk to her today about going gun shopping together. I know quite a bit about guns and what I don’t know is only a phone call away.
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